Chapter 42: Sexy and Tempting Young Man
Her back hit the broken lotus seat of the Guanyin statue, and incense ash fell on her shoulders.
Luo Xifeng snorted softly, his wet robe already slipping down to his arms.
The moon-white undershirt clung tightly to her skin, and water marks snaked along her collarbone and sank into the lapels. "What did the princess think I was going to do?"
He slowly placed his robe on the wooden rack beside the fire, "Or..."
He bent down, his well-defined chest muscles visible through his moon-white shirt.
The breeze is gentle and the moon is bright, the young man is sexy and seductive.
Chu Yangyang was so fascinated that she couldn't take her eyes off.
He sneered and lifted a strand of her wet hair, "It seems the princess is looking forward to something happening."
Coming back to her senses, Chu Yangyang looked away with difficulty.
"Don't be so self-indulgent." Her ears flushed red. "It was clearly you who seduced me first. You have ulterior motives!"
Luo Xifeng turned around with a "huh" and continued to roast his clothes.
Looking at his broad back, a cold voice came, "My princess, you'd better put away your lustful thoughts, otherwise, you will die one day without knowing how."
Chu Yangyang woke up with a start, and suddenly she felt like she had eaten a piece of shit, with the stench stuck in her throat. She looked so miserable now, how could she look like a hungry pervert?
There was a moment of silence between the two.
After an unknown amount of time, a spark suddenly burst out from the fire.
Luo Xifeng stood up suddenly, walked over holding the dried snow satin undershirt, and suddenly leaned over under her vigilant gaze.
His warm breath brushed against her earlobe. "Princess, are you waiting for your wound to fester by not taking off your clothes?"
Only then did Chu Yangyang realize that her inner garment had already stuck to the wound, and it hurt when she moved even a little.
Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the collar of her shirt, and a men's shirt was handed to her.
Luo Xifeng turned her back, her snow-white lingerie outlining her slim waistline, "Hurry up and change your wet clothes."
Chu Yangyang curled her lips and took the clothes.
The crackling of the fire drowned out the rustling of the fabric.
Chu Yangyang's half-removed skirt suddenly got stuck on the wound, and the gold thread embroidery caught on the grass stem.
She was so anxious that sweat broke out on the tip of her nose, and she hesitated for a long time but still couldn't untie it.
A broad figure in the firelight looked towards her, and Luo Xifeng saw the hideous scars on her wrists at a glance.
She was still trustworthy and brought him half a bowl of blood from her wrist every day.
This must be the scar.
Chu Yangyang suddenly heard an almost inaudible sigh from behind her.
"Don't move."
The cold fingertips brushed across the skin of her lower back, and Chu Yangyang instantly froze like a wooden sculpture.
Luo Xifeng stood behind her, his long dark blue hair falling on his shoulders, brushing against her back faintly.
The way he unraveled the embroidery was like he was dismantling some kind of sophisticated mechanism, and even his breathing was slow and gentle.
Chu Yangyang turned her head and clearly saw his Adam's apple move. The firelight cast their overlapping shadows on the mottled wall, as if they were hugging.
Her heart moved, and she found the scene beautiful and romantic.
"Okay." He suddenly stepped back and pushed the shirt that had fallen to the ground within her reach.
Chu Yangyang came back to her senses and hurriedly wrapped her overly wide shirt tightly, revealing half of her collarbone at the loose collar.
She looked at Luo Xifeng's back as he sat beside the fire, his wet hair steaming up into a thin mist on his shoulders. Looking down, she noticed blood oozing from his lower back.
Isn't that the wound that was just cut by the porcelain shard?
"Lord Luo, the wound on your back is bleeding. Do you have any medicine? I can apply it for you." She walked forward, covering the wide lapels of her clothes on her chest.
Chu Yangyang has always been magnanimous and would not argue with the King of Hell.
You help me once, I will thank you once.
However, the King of Hell did not appreciate it.
Luo Xifeng didn't even turn his head, but said coldly, "My princess, there is no need to try every means to get close to me. This little injury is not worth bothering you."
The hand she extended with the olive branch got stuck in mid-air. She couldn't help but raise her fist and pretend to wave it hard behind his back.
Damn you narcissist, you take my kindness for granted.
Waste of my feelings!
However, she did not notice that her silhouette, illuminated by the firelight, revealed her every move.
Luo Xifeng turned his gaze back, and an unintentional arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, the door of the dilapidated temple was suddenly knocked open.
Miao Yun fell in pushing the cart carrying Zhao Yi, and the shaft made a harsh sound as it scraped against the bluestone slabs.
Luo Xifeng stood in front of her almost instantly, and the untied collar of his clothes was lifted up by the draft, revealing the white and tender skin on his chest.
Miao Yun's hair was disheveled, and wet mud was still hanging on the hem of her skirt. "My Lady, how could you have forgotten me? I had such a hard time pushing Zhao Yi all the way here."
Chu Yangyang walked out from behind Luo Xifeng and checked on Miaoyun's injuries. "Miaoyun, how are you? Are you seriously injured?"
Seeing that the princess cared about her so much, Miao Yun's eyes were red, "Princess, I'm fine."
Before he finished speaking, Luo Xifeng had already walked up to Zhao Yi and skillfully opened the collar of Zhao Yi's clothes.
The flickering torch illuminated the bloody wound on Zhao Yi's head.
Chu Yangyang's breathing stopped suddenly. Wasn't that the scar caused by Zhao Yi hitting his own head with a clay pot?
Luo Xifeng wouldn't think that she did it, right?
Luo Xifeng didn't care about the bloodstain on Zhao Yi's head, but took out the pure white jade pendant from his palm.
"The princess has not yet explained clearly why your jade pendant appeared in the hands of a horse slave in Prince Jing's mansion." Luo Xifeng turned his back to the fire, his knuckles pinched until they turned white.
Luo Xifeng must not be allowed to know what Zhao Yi had told him before, at least not before she found out the truth.
Chu Yangyang's voice trembled slightly, and she sounded a little guilty. "I've already said this before. This jade pendant was given to you out of my great mercy."
Luo Xifeng looked at her with a smile, his eyes filled with three words, "I don't believe it."
At this moment, the tiles above my head suddenly shattered and fell down.
Chu Yangyang was grabbed by the collar by Luo Xifeng and thrown towards the corner.
She was just about to glare at Luo Xifeng, wondering why he wanted to kill her for no reason.
However, she was frightened by three crossbow arrows that flew past her nose and she stepped back repeatedly, and the crossbow arrows suddenly pierced the beams.
Miao Yun screamed and crawled under the altar. Zhao Yi's drooping palm was pried open by the knife light, and the blood oozing out from between the palm lines was a strange black color.
An assassin rushed towards him, the golden cloud pattern on his mask flashed in the light of the sword, and he slashed straight towards Chu Yangyang.
However, the sharp blade suddenly turned when it touched her throat.
The assassin actually shouted urgently, "Miss, be careful!"
A hoarse warning and the sound of a folding fan shattering wrist bones rang out at the same time.
Chu Yangyang stared at the assassin twitching on the ground, unable to recover.
She saw that on the inside of the man's fluttering cuffs, there were green aphid patterns glowing faintly in the firelight. This was a unique mark of the Prime Minister's Mansion's secret guards.
"It seems that the princess does not need my protection."
Luo Xifeng's gentle voice came over the back of her neck, and the cold light of the silver needle touched her throbbing blood vessels.
His fingertips were stained with the assassin's blood, and he increased his strength, piercing her fair skin with the tip of the silver needle. "After all, even the assassins are reluctant to hurt the princess. It seems that the princess's identity is very important to them."
Chu Yangyang's neck tilted back slightly. The needle tip was sharpened to an extremely sharp point. When it pierced into the flesh, he would die without even feeling any pain.
Then she died so comfortably.
"Lord Luo, please don't shake your hands if you have something to say."
The smile she forced was uglier than Zhao Yi's old face.
Luo Xifeng looked at her coldly and was about to move forward when suddenly there was a loud "bang" at the door.
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